Monday, January 4, 2010

Dear The Internet: Today I made a blasphemy!

Ahem. Inspired by Saturday's Daylight Atheism, I cooked up a little blasphemy in my kitchen just now to tide me over until I get the rest of my stuff in the mail. All of the below photographs can be clicked for huge.

Can you guess where this is going?

Wait for it...

I'd say "boo-yah," or something similarly triumphant, but the thing is, I don't give a fuck. Like, I know that some book-burning, cartoonist-threatening, bacon-hating shit-heads with carp for brains would get their undies in a bind over this, but they're stupid, so who cares what they think?

OK, that's enough pointless nonsense for now. I'll wait for the death threats to roll in, and follow them up with Miss Piggy kissing Mohammed (unless you, the General Reader, can give me something even more blasphemous to draw).

10 comments:

Very blasphemous indeed. Nicely done! The next time one of those fatwah-envying Christians says, "Yeah, but you atheists wouldn't dare blaspheme Islam," we'll know exactly where to send them. (And the idea of Mohammed kissing Miss Piggy is, I must say, hilarious.)

What I find interesting about this whole brouhaha is, no one knows what Mohammed really looked like. So if I just draw a picture of some random guy in typical Bedouin dress, I'll be fine; but if I say that it's a drawing of Mohammed, then I'll have ax-wielding fanatics breaking down my front door and angry mobs burning my country's flag? The artist's intent makes that much difference?

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